"Indeed, this is the demeanor one would expect from a smuggler with ideals, aspirations, and principles... hold on, this sounds like a rather young female voice This old master doesn't recall your ship having any beautiful women.",The argument between the two officers came to an abrupt end, not because the lieutenant was unwilling to continue, but because in their line of sight, the rolling smoke and dust were getting closer and closer. So close that even with their noses they could smell the stench within it.,"What in the hell is this thing" a black man with the rank of sergeant spat.。